I sit here and stare
Slowly numbness creaps over my body
Leaving me unable to think, to feel
No longer do I even have the energy to cry out
I can feel it coming, this impending death.
No longer does it loom about in the shadows,
It stands there in plain sight
Just waiting for my final resignation
It is in this time of deathly complacancy
That I finally find my true friends,
All the fakes and flakes
Fall back into the shadows.
But I fear,
The One who I want to stay the most
Leaves, lost in thier own world,
Unseeing, unfeeling of the torment that I feel
Was it because I’m unattractive in the shadow of the other?
Was it because of an evil personality quirk
Or even the silences that consumed the space of five minutes
As I sat in awe of the angel that was speaking to me
But I shall never know now,
The death of my soul,
My joy and my happiness has already happened
And I’m left to sit here to bleed like the mocking raven…